How to Draw a Person Slowly Devouring a Barn

Grab your pencil. Breathe. Let it feel alive in your hand.
We are patient here. We listlessly are quiet. The barn waits at the edge of the field.
It leans a little hither, old and red, and in the shadows of its rafters, something watches.
Watches you.

Stay Odd!

Sister, dearly

There were five sisters in the house at the end of Whitherby Lane.
No one knew where they came from, only that the house breathed when they arrived,
slow and wet, like a beast waking beneath rotting leaves and topsoil.

This morning needs a Teaboot—
there’s villainy in the air.
The sparrows sneer,
the sky looks queer,
and mildew curls my hair.

The toast leapt up and burned me,
the jam refused to spread,
the kettle coughed up something
that might have once been bread.

The Boy Who Built His Brother

Hollis never had a brother. But he wanted one. So he built one. Out of wool and sticks, mostly. Some buttons. A heart-shaped pebble for a heart. Hair made from spiderwebs. Mouth stitched in a permanent smile.

Hello everyone.

Trying this out to see where it goes. Having a look-see, if you will!